“who says i won’t keep my promise?” pressing a kiss to her forehead, arms wrap around her to pull her closer. “i intend to stock up our freezer with mozzarella sticks, mrs. bridgerton.” he doesn’t mind sophie raiding his closet. if she─

a faint chuckle leaves him. “we can have a freezer dedicated to them if that is what you want,” he suggested, both with amusement and seriousness about the matter. tucking her hair behind her ear, he smiles softly. “you can grab anything─

oh. what was one supposed to do in this situation? was there a manual on this? benedict was not so certain, and so for a moment, he simply stood there, unsure on what to do. but then, he takes a step forward, taking her hand into─